At a Restaurant the Night My Son Diedhttps://barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/8CAEF5D2-AAF8-41EB-ADA6-C571140A2644.jpeg19201152Chanel BrennerChanel Brennerhttps://secure.gravatar.com/avatar/729a3e07b310e3785f3b1be22c022f93?s=96&d=mm&r=g09/19/201809/20/2018

I sat across from him, shooting his portrait with my phone. His charcoal sweatshirt faded into the dark booth. He played tic-tac-toe in the dim light. I should have known…